Chapter 299

He once thought that Chen Yuan might not be an easy existence.

After all, the quasi imperial soldiers he held went beyond the meaning of the word "quasi", and the breath he left blocked the power of the magic pen.

Thus, Chen Yuan should also be a very powerful figure.

Therefore, in the face of Chen Yuan's coming, he did not have any hesitation at all. He directly exerted all the power of the imperial magic pen, risking the collapse of his body, and exerted three strokes.

This is also the limit of his power to explode the imperial army.

He believed that under this power, no matter where Chen Yuan existed or how powerful he was, no one could shake the rampage of this power under the kingdom of God.

Even if Chen Yuan is holding that extraordinary quasi imperial soldier, there must be only two kinds of consequences.

Chen Yuan's heavy damage led to the collapse of the army.

Chen Yuan's death was a heavy blow to the emperor.

No matter how the quasi imperial soldier was destroyed, as long as the foundation did not move, it could be perfectly restored.

But he never thought of it.

Chen Yuan not only did not use the soldiers of the emperor, but also broke the three skills of killing the saint with one punch!

What kind of fist is that?

What level of power is it?

He felt the smell of blood boiling, he felt the wave of chaos, as if there were four or five or even more means in that punch.

And every means is enough to kill a real saint.

Many means are used at the same time, which makes the scene in front of us, even the three strokes of Zhusheng, which is a magic brush, smashed!

The fist roar burst in the ear but half a breath, then lost everything, the body completely collapsed, if not Zhusheng three strokes still played a little role, wear a lot of strength.

Don't say his body disintegrates, even the spirit will follow the destruction!

When it turned upside down, the mountains and rivers were empty, all the flying snow in the world was withered and annihilated, and the cold air became the hot territory after the king's fist.

The Tuoba Wangzu and others in many distant directions are dull and subversive.

Within the sight, one punch pierced everything. If it wasn't for avoiding in time, it was very likely that he would be torn to pieces.

Huangpu cloud's figure appeared in the sky in the distance. His pupils contracted violently and looked at the picture. His face soon turned pale.

Looking at the position of the blue eyed white dragon again, the figure standing on the head, inexplicably, raised a trace of fear from the depths of the mind.

This is the power of the magic pen of emperor soldiers. How can this young man break out and surpass the terror wave of emperor soldiers?

Let's look at the level of realm, which can be regarded as universal saints, and then look at the degree of physique, which seems to be the sanctification of the body.

But it seems invisible, no matter which one, has the rare degree of this world, the top of the ancient.

Chen Yuan is surprised to see his power of destroying Zhu Sheng's three strokes under the fluctuation of his fist.

It seems that this skill has brought him an unimaginable surprise.

With the chaos of the magic body, statues of the town prison strength and so on, the strength is more powerful than ever.

At this moment, the eight Zhang Long magic pen lost the control of the Jiang family's Shenwei, and directly revealed the spirit of the instrument. On the spot, he broke the space and wanted to escape.

How could Chen Yuan let it go? The soldiers of the burning war came out in a flash. They pierced through the nothingness, smashed the fluctuation of the law, and grasped the magic pen directly.

But it is different from the burning soldiers. It is basically the same step as the quasi imperial soldiers left by yuliancheng.

If the spirit starts on its own, it will consume the inside information of the spirit itself, which is the way to use the foundation.

The collision of the two forces once again caused a terrible hurricane, and the space was annihilated for a time. The magic pen that just wanted to escape, the farther the Vietnam War.

Looking at this scene, Chen Yuan takes his eyes back again and looks at the two king ancestors of Tuoba Protoss, as well as a large number of Tuoba strongmen behind them.

From the point of view of clothing, it is the same as the original seventh emperor, so Chen Yuan can easily recognize their identity.

Coveting the territory of the jade God pass, he was stopped twice. The wild prospect of Tuoba Protoss is obvious.

Of course, maybe in their eyes, Yushen pass is not a territory that they have to get. After all, there are still many such places, just a part of the strategy.

But for Chen Yuan, I'm sorry.

He won't allow any threat forces to exist. After all, it's hard for Yushen pass to be calm, and yaogudao state is also in it.

"Some old guys over there, are you from Tuoba Protoss?"

When Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth slowly, he had already sacrificed the tunsheng melting pot from the system space!

In a word, Tuoba Wang Zu, who was watching the war between the two imperial soldiers, was so surprised that he was covered with cold.They suddenly looked back, and saw the tunsheng melting pot plundering, with the burning world of Senluo flame, winding constantly.

"Run away!"

Fear roar sounded, Wudu Wang Zu was directly scared to break the gall, backhand tear open the space, the use of Shenshu run thousands of miles.

The sixth emperor's reaction was not enough. He was directly swallowed by the flame giant hand rising from the holy melting pot. He sniffed and pierced the position of the elixir field, and suddenly stripped off his Taoist altar!

The blood opened and screamed, but how could such a flaming hand turn into dozens in an instant, one after another, penetrating the elixir field and drawing out the altar!

When it is thrown into the melting pot, the altar is disintegrated and opened, gathering a great and pure source of holy power.

When Wang Zu of Wudu turned around, the tunsheng melting pot was behind him. In a moment of horror, the power of the real saint exploded and bombarded the melting pot.

But this melting pot is the supreme artifact for the great holy land. Instead, all the power it bombards is absorbed by the melting pot and transformed into the source of holy power!

This picture completely subverts the spirit of the fifth emperor.

It's all right to have a quasi imperial soldier. One blow blows out the three strokes of Zhu Sheng. I'm afraid of everything. I didn't expect that this melting pot is also such a strange artifact!

The flame giant hand rolled up and took away his altar. At this moment, the fifth emperor fell into boundless despair.

He didn't know what the origin of Chen Yuan was. His body fell on the earth. Although he was not dead, he was basically no longer saved.

After two sieges, they failed. They had already given up, but they learned that the demonized quasi imperial soldiers were broken, and they raised the hope of opening up wasteland again.

But which thought, encountered a more terror existence thunder counter kill!

The melting pot stagnates, the holy power rolls over and rolls back in an instant, and all its pure holy power is absorbed by the altar of burning silence.

At this moment, Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly burst out the flame of burning silence, and the power of the realm in his body rose wildly!